Lessons Earned Are Lessons Earned

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Lessons Earned Are Lessons LearnedJim woke up feelin' foggy, after all he dranklayin' on a concrete cot, in the county tankwhen his wobbly cellmate, asked "what happened to you"Jim said "a case of Miller gave me, a case of midnight fluplus I'm a smart-ass and my dad's a hard-assso buddy here I amI know he won't pay bail, damn him...he'll just pray jailmakes me a better manhe thinks lessons earned are lessons learnedones we never forgetsometimes scars on our hands n heartsare what sticks in our headswe don't respect fire till we've been burnedyeah lessons earned are lessons learnedwhen Jim asked that poor guy, what put him in the cellhe said "feelin' like heaven, means raisin' helland last night the moon was white, as a Chinese take-out boxwhen I rolled my old four-by, after a twelve of Amber Bockthough I'm here most Fridays, this time I was on the highwaybreathin' beer and winebut I'm kinda glad they caught me, cos it fin'lly taught meto toss my jugs next timeand lessons earned are lessons learnedones we never forgetsometimes a few scars on our hands n heartsare what sticks in our headswe don't respect fire till we've been burnedyeah lessons earned are lessons learnedat first Jim cursed his father, for leavin' him in that cellcounting bars all weekend, list'ning to that drunkard's talesand he wouldn't be there if, his daddy wasn't sheriffhe'd be partyin' wild and freebut he got to thinkin', about his own drinkin'and he thanked his dad when he saw that keycos lessons earned are lessons learnedones we never forgetsometimes scars on our hands n heartsare what sticks in our headswe don't respect fire till we've been burnedyeah lessons earned are lessons learned(c)2005 Robert George